a citi este a bea apă…şi mi-e sete tot timpul..:)

Stream of consciousness style

Senseless rambling of the mind rewinding minutes and replaying meaningful words,measuring,cutting and sewing back,as flesh and skin after surgery,hoping for recovery from things one can’t recover from,yet,doing it still, because if not, then the silence of the pulsing mind is even worse, as it matches the frantic beatings of an even more frantic,irrational inner,heart-shaped sound,which was believed to have been violently,abruptly silenced so many times so far,but it keeps on coming back to life, stubbornly,wildly,claiming in despair the right to a voice of its own, although it is one without any possible logic,so it’s moving in crazy,endless circles,like sharks do,because,you know, sharks can’t stop swimming,moving around,or else they die.Full stop

23yo babe, passionate about life, mostly into walking into the woods, wandering through new cities and reading loads whilst listening to Van Halen. I'm the type of girl who brings a book at the party to mislead the idiots and ends up stripping her soul away when the music gets louder.